HE WAS A POOR BOY
RAISED IN A SMALL FAMILY
HE KINDA HAD A CRAVING
FOR SOMETHIN' NO-ONE
ELSE COULD SEE
THEY SAID THAT
HE WAS CRAZY
THE KIND THAT NO
LADY SHOULD MEET
HE RAN OFF TO THE CITY
AND WANDERED
AROUND IN THE STREET
HE WANTS TO DANCE
OH YEAH, HE WANTS TO SING
OH YEAH, HE WANTS TO
SEE THE LIGHTS A-FLASHIN'
AND LISTEN TO
THE THUNDER RING
HE SAW IT IN A WINDOW
THE MARK OF A
NEW KIND OF MAN
HE KINDA LIKED THE FEELING
SO SHINY AND
SMOOTH IN HIS HAND
HE TOOK IT TO THE COUNTRY
AND PRACTISED FOR DAYS
WITHOUT REST
AND THEN ONE DAY HE FELT IT
HE KNEW HE COULD
STAND WITH THE BEST
THEY GOT RESPECT
OH YEAH, HE WANTS THE SAME
OH YEAH, AND IT'S A
CERTAIN KIND OF FOOL
WHO LIKES TO HEAR THE
SOUND OF HIS OWN NAME
OOH-HOO...
OOH-HOO...
A POSTER ON A STOREFRONT
THE PICTURE OF A WANTED MAN
HE HAD A REPUTATION
SPREADING LIKE FIRE
THROUGH THE LAND
IT WASN'T FOR THE MONEY
AT LEAST IT DIDN'T
START THAT WAY
IT WASN'T FOR THE RUNNIN'
BUT NOW HE'S
RUNNIN' EVERYDAY.....